"I can turn into anyone I want". If there was anything I always remembered, it was that I could myself into anyone I wanted. At first, I'd just use it for small things like skipping school, sneaking out of my house and just those kinds of things kids did. As I hit my teens, I've realised that life isn't what it really seems. As a kid, I wanted to become an actor because my parents along with my siblings and everyone said I was great at it and I had fun doing it too, but the world doesn't accept people without talents I guess. I gave up on that dream long before I realised it.

Now I'm 24, I've been hundreds of people. It was so fun, becoming a rich man for days and enjoying that life. I couldn't bring my dreams to life, I thought I might as well just live a life that I wouldn't regret. I've felt the sorrow of a heart that begged for love, the light of a soul that shines with a bright red aura. I've seen the lives of men who didn't diverge themselves in a world of darkness and sorrow, the lives of men who lived and loved unconditionally. And the lives of men who threw away everything just to get a glimpse of the light that shines in the lives of those who are ignorant of it. But alas, the light shines and the shadow castes. Those who win the race, get a place in the light. Those who lose, fade into the darkness, exposed to the terror of a world that resides in that darkness. A world that resides in a shadow that is being cast by the light of those who shine, far too bright for the world to see. A blinding light that's being reflected from a light even brighter, through the shadows, arises a ray, may it be of hope or fear.

"What you see is an illusion, what you hear is a lie. Some pray for you to die, some die to meet you" but if no one knows me, who will pray for me to die? Who will want to meet someone who doesn't even exist? What they see is an illusion, but what they feel is real. Whatever their hearts remembers, stays the same. Exploring the world that looked so large left me exposed to a world that no one's ever truly seen. Observing the unobserved is a part of our lives, but do we ever observe the change that occurs in our lives? Do we ever observe what the purpose of all it is?

I'll never know the answer to those questions, but I'm glad I was able to see the balance of light and shadow in this world. The path I've roamed, searching for fame and gold, the tales of the ones I've lost are ages old. Gone and forgotten because the fate of those who have lost is written by those who win. We'll never know the truth that was and the true stories, because winners are the ones who make the stories. Even if it's not how it really was. And it's not always the good side that wins.

I certainly was not a winner. I guess I'll be forgotten with time, but was I ever remembered? I guess not. After all, I am no one. When was the last time I heard someone say my real name? What is my name to begin with? What did I want to be? Was there any dream that I had? Oh. Yes. There was. A dream. To become an actor, I can't remember why. Well, if there's one thing I can wish for, to a God I can't even remember if I believed in, if I ever get a second chance to live, please give me a life where I can remember my name, a life where there will be those who will know me and a life where I could achieve my goals and dreams.

I hear my voice fading as I look at the world, the world that picks up the pieces for breaking hearts that can never be fixed. It was beautiful, brimming with the innocence of people who lived just for the... The moment... What is this? Tears huh? I guess no one really wants to die, they all have some doubt left in them. Ah, it's so cruel but why is it that it's a beauty that can't ever be matched? I guess that answer will be discovered by someone who can live better than me.

The cool, dark winds hit my chest and my tears float away with them. The lights in blue, red and white shine like stars. The sky, reflects a green aurora, from here to there. As I stand on the roof of the tallest building in the city, I feel the world screaming for those who are burning with the flame of life but that could never be even dreamt by me, who's forgotten everything I prayed to remember. 

As I fell to the ground, I remembered my life, all of it. Ah, I've never felt so much at peace before, moments before my death. The World will remember me as a man who gave up and took the easy way out by jumping from a building, but I'm glad. The illusions of my power couldn't blind me, but it seems somewhere along the way, I lost myself in disguise.

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